27 juli 2011


I et tidligere innlegg har jeg sagt at man må ha en overordnet plan for kleskjøpene sine. Er man født med stil, går det antagelig av seg selv. Er man ikke, må man utvikle en bevissthet. Og så må man, på dette som på andre områder i livet, ha noen drømmer. En av mine drømmer er skreddersydde klær. Jeg har hittil tenkt at det har jeg ikke råd til. Men som med så mye annet, er det kanskje mest et spørsmål om prioritering. Eller kanskje enda mer om måten å tenke på. Jeg vil tro at skreddersøm er en fjern tanke for de fleste. Derfor ble jeg veldig inspirert av DENNE artikkelen i Politiken, og av de beslektede artiklene den henviser til.

Som jeg også har nevnt i tidligere innlegg, har jeg faktisk en skredder, men jeg bruker henne bare til forandringer av ferdigkjøpt tøy. Man må jo ofte forandre på tøy man har kjøpt. Bukser må legges opp (og kanskje ut), jakker må legges opp på ermene, kjære plagg må repareres, etc. Jeg ble direkte imponert da jeg kjøpte en Boss-blazer hos Ferner Jacobsen for et par år siden, og de la opp både selve jakken og ermene, med passformen i perfekt behold - og uten at det kostet meg en krone ekstra.

Men som sagt, til vanlig har jeg en skredder her i nærområdet, som gjør en aldeles utmerket jobb med forandringer. For konfeksjon er ikke alltid helt perfekt når man kjøper den, og har man investert i litt dyre plagg, spanderer man også reparasjoner og annet nødvendig vedlikehold på dem. Nå skal jeg spørre denne skredderen om hun også kan sy for meg, og hvis ikke vil jeg finne en annen som kan, for nå vil jeg prøve skreddersøm.

20 juli 2011

Hva vet du om mote og klær?

Hva vet du om mote og klær? Prøv DENNE testen i den svenske avisen Dagens Nyheter. Jeg fikk 15 riktige av 20.

15 juli 2011

Noen tanker om klesstil

Innlegget jeg gjengir nedenfor er rappet fra bloggen dresswithstyle.com (se blogglisten til høyre) og inneholder så mange gode poenger og råd når det gjelder stil at jeg synes det var verd å formidle det videre.

How to improve your dress

What Young Men Can Do to Improve Their Dress

It is often said that the first three things a woman looks at when she meets a man for the first time are his eyes, hands and shoes. If you happen to be lucky enough to pass this first level of inspection, you will surely be judged by your overall appearance and unless you are naked that means your dress. That is where an awful lot of young men miss the cut right out of the gates and this article is going to tell you why and suggest things you can do about it.

In reality, most ladies, potential business associates or bosses are not looking at your eyes, hands, or shoes for what they want or expect to see, but to make sure a deal breaker is not lingering there. They are checking for shifty eyes, bearish hands or last seasons must have fashion shoes, the ones that look like an imposing motor vehicle has made tracks over your feet.

If you have a set of bedroom blues you are in luck and if you don’t you can always wear sunglasses. You cannot do much about your hands except make sure they are properly groomed and lacking jewelry. Or you can keep your hands in your pockets at all times, though this strategy is inconvenient. So of the first three checkpoints, you can decide on and change only one: your shoes.

Shoes are to be heard but not seen. The crisp clack on the pavement when we walk indicates the presence of good leather and not something made of formaldehyde pate. If you try to make a big fashion statement with your shoes you can be assured to wind up with your foot in your mouth. So, choose something black or brown with a round toe from Northampton. Shoes that come to us from south of Southampton and resemble deflated Pirellis or the fuselage of F-16s will get you sent packing to the back of the line. Remember that at this stage in our sartorial development we are simply trying to get past the third hurdle and want our potential mistress to glance past our shoes and back onto the sheet where she will check the box that says “OK, not a complete buffoon.” From there her eyes will move up our figure towards our faces where things can get more complicated.

A simple rule of chic says that if no one is doing it then it must be a good thing to do; since no one is wearing ties anymore, it’s a good time to wrap one around your neck. The tie abolitionists come to us from the States while the highest per capita sales of silk neckties and scarves in the world are registered in Italy. And if there are many things about Yanks we might like to copy, fashion and foreign policy are dangerous ones. So do default to some sort of neckwear.

If you don’t believe this to be true and maintain that ties are expensive instruments of torture that strangle when they are not sopping up spaghetti sauce, try to find a picture of your father from the 1970s, the last anti-tie era. He will look very similar to what you see as fashionable today, the open shirt, décolleté with a heavy gold chain, shirt collar splayed out over the jacket deftly. The look has come full circle back into fashion. But if you show Dad his picture and suggest posting it on your favorite blog or family album on the net, don’t be surprised if the blackmail does not earn you enough money to buy a superb collection of silks. And if you want to avoid your son wreaking the same havoc in your life with your image some day, then wear a tie.

A well chosen tie can add color to your face and make the eyes you are stuck with sparkle so you don’t have to wear sunglasses all day. Prefer small patterns and muted colors made of good quality silk knotted with nonchalance and you will pass muster as long as you are wearing a proper collar on your shirt.

One of the reasons most of you want to toss the tie is that the silly thing never stays in place around your neck. And cinching it down with the not so stylish Saddam knot restricts the passage of air and reddens one’s complexion. “This”, you say, “simply will not do!” And you are right. But the fact that the tie does not stay in place has nothing to do with either tie or knot and has everything to do with your shirt’s collar.

Many of you who are fluent in nuclear physics, net present values of cash flows or geopolitics are, for some inexplicable reason, unable to calculate your shirt’s collar size. For this reason you have grown up with eyes bulging slightly from their sockets, thinking such a thing was normal and part of wearing a dress shirt. To escape this trap you are willing to jump on the Kansas City suburban train to dressing disaster wearing your shirt unbuttoned to the navel as a disproportionate reaction to all your previous years suffering.

The first step in life is to understand that shirt collars should simply rest around your neck so that a necktie can rest along with it. So measure your neck knowing that its size will likely expand after this weekends drinking binge while the cotton it is made of will be shrinking. So we have two opposite and contrary physical forces at play, the cotton is shrinking while we are expanding. Do the math and come up with the right size and half the battle is won.

Once the shirt collar fits with ease round the neck and in order to create a place for our silky treasure to drape we must fashion a thing called-you probably won’t believe this-“tie space.” You see, if the tie has a place to go and rest, you do not have to cinch it down as you would a sack of potatoes. Since breathing is an exceptionally pleasant thing to do, and is always “de bon ton”, you will be able to do more of it now.

Tie space is a ¾ inch space where the collar’s button is found. To find it put your city shirt aside for a moment and look at the collar of a button down as they all come equipped with tie space. Now duplicate this space on your next dress shirts and your tie will seed itself immediately, automatically and without stress to your vocal chords. Wearing a tie has never been so much fun, has it? Now we must do something about your suit’s fabric, sir!

Most fabrics used today leave men ill prepared for existence much less seduction or success. They are flimsy, light, wrinkle in a trifle and generally make one look sickly as in after a bad nights sleep in business class. To play the part of a relatively invincible masculine hero, you have to think twice before going out in urban pajamas. I suppose the day trend towards city pajama wear explains why many men consider the donning of track suits on the weekend to be a big step up in terms of formality and style.

Any temptress worth her weight in Chanel No. 5 seeing a sturdy fabric exterior will want to find the irresistible weak side someplace underneath that suit of clothes, its sort of like looking for Connolly in a Bentley. You have to offer her this opportunity or fail immediately. For if she sees flimsy, wrinkled, lightweight and lackluster on the outside, she will imagine and expect even worse inside.

So find or bespeak yourself a suit of clothes cut from weighty cloth that has character and depth. Fabrics that are flat, closely milled and shiny-the usual ones- make you look dull. Fabrics that have texture, a design and are matte make you look rich. The choice is yours. In the dull set of fabrics you will find thin worsteds, trendy super cloth and shiny mohair. In the rich set, choose between woolen flannels, tweeds or linen.

Once the best fabrics have been identified, the female object of your desire will be reassured to see them fit the muscle rippled body you spend so much time working on at the gym. Fit is the subject that is never spoken about in fashion and yet it is a fundamental of good dressing and comfortable dressing. Going out in clothes that hang from your body or those with buttons set to explode will lead most to think you are wearing hand me downs from your brother or roommate. The comfort concept is as follows: If you are not comfortable in your clothes, you will not look comfortable to others, and others will not feel comfortable around you. She wants to feel comfortable around you.

The clothes you need to purchase are not the ones that everyone else is wearing (review the fundamentals of chic above), nor are they the ones modeled by the best looking men, nor are the ones your sister assures you are part of a great outfit. The clothes you should purchase are clothes that fit you. Stop, that does not mean clothes that suit you or are smart on you, it means clothes that fit on your body well.

If you think bespoke clothing is for the grandfatherly and you want to be robbed in the very latest then invest the time required to visit every shop and try on each and every article of clothing until such time that you find garments that make you look less like your brother or roommate and more like you. To make your shopping experience as rapid and efficient as possible you will need to equip yourself with a small hand held mirror and a roll of electrician’s tape. The small mirror will be used in conjunction with the mirrors at the shop to check the fit of your clothes from every angle including angles shopkeepers do not want you to see. The electrician’s tape is used to bind and gag the annoying and intentionally misleading salespeople. Learn to use your own eyes.

Finally, compose your dress with humor. Slavish adherence to either fashion or company dress codes will earn you little respect. Punctuate your understated dress with some epigrammatic piece of self deprecating humor. You might try an extravagant piece of silk as a scarf, a waistcoat in buff linen or the jumper you have always craved in Hermes orange. So wear one. It’s better to mock yourself than have the world do it for you.

Michael Alden

08 juli 2011

Look du jour

Jakke fra Giovani ("slafsete" ufôret bomullsjakke, kjøpt for en hundrelapp eller to på Giovani-salget), piketskjorte fra Gant, bukser og belte fra Armani, sko fra Charles Tyrwhitt i London. Jeg er nødt til å være "påkledd" når jeg skal ut blant folk, og sånn så jeg ut da jeg var på det lokale kjøpesenteret i dag, to minutter fra huset mitt (jeg må dit hver dag fordi postboksen min er der).

Jeg hater å fotografere meg selv/bli tatt bilde av, men har ennå ikke opparbeidet meg frimodighet til å fotografere andre. Bildene av meg selv på innleggene nå i sommer er tatt i hagen min, som er stor og utformet av meg (og under stadig omforming).

02 juli 2011

Italiensk i stilen

Du ligner en italiener, sa vertinnen da jeg var på fest forleden lørdag (for øvrig enda en hagefest som måtte flytte innendørs på grunn av ustabilt vær). Det tok jeg som en kompliment, og her er antrekket. Jakken er faktisk italiensk, delvis håndsydd, fabrikkmerket er «Tessile D’Oro», stoffet en blanding av silke og bomull, kjøpt hos Angelo Sassu i Berlin. Mønsteret, i den grad det synes på bildet, er smale røde striper på hvit bunn. En ypperlig sommerjakke. Skjorte fra Eton, kjøpt hos min faste lokale butikk, VIC Skau i Skien. Slips i 100 % silke fra Chelsea Farmer’s Club i Berlin, kjøpt billig i en restekasse de hadde. Slipset har et diskré rutemønster i lilla, gult og hvitt som gir et gyllenrosa skjær som harmonerer med jakken. Svart penbukse fra Frislid, kjøpt hos VIC Nordseth i Oslo. Skoene er de svarte monkstrapsene mine, nevnt i flere tidligere innlegg, senest tre innlegg nedenfor. Dette antrekket er ikke mer formelt enn at monkstrapsene passer bra til. Det er mulig jeg overforbruker dem litt, men jeg bare elsker denne avslappede elegansen som jeg mener at denne skotypen representerer. Og så er de jo litt spesielle, i og med at klassiske monkstraps nærmest ikke er å oppdrive i norske skobutikker.
Litt mer om jakken: Egentlig var det bukser jeg var ute etter hos Angelo Sassu, men denne jakken gjorde nærmest oppmerksom på seg selv der den hang, og den passet perfekt, bortsett fra at jeg måtte få skredderen til å legge den litt opp på ermene da jeg kom hjem. Det var en jakke jeg følte meg utrolig vel i fra første stund, og jeg så at den ville være ypperlig til pent sommerbruk. Dessuten tilførte den garderoben litt farge. Dette kjøpet er et godt eksempel på noe jeg tror jeg har kalt «planmessig impulskjøp» i et tidligere innlegg. Det er ikke fullt så selvmotsigende som det umiddelbart kan virke. I dette tilfellet vil det si at kjøpet ikke var planlagt, det var ikke en jakke jeg bevisst var ute etter, men som sagt var det kjærlighet ved første blikk, og den passet ypperlig inn i det jeg kanskje litt pretensiøst kan kalle den overordnede planen med kleskjøpene mine. For det må man ha, mener jeg. Jeg har i hvert fall ikke råd til å kjøpe på måfå. Impulskjøp er greit, men man må ha oversikt og konsentrasjon nok til å vurdere om impulskjøpene passer inn i helheten. Og har man det, så kan impulskjøpene være noen av de mest vellykkede kjøpene man gjør.
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